[AW] bone to rune; skull to dust [AW]

[Turhan]

“ bone to rune ”

Something rattled his bones, it started in his chest, deep - deep inside of it, chains shaking, shadows shifting, a great and heavy disquiet came upon him like a storm moving in.  The Elder shifted uncomfortably, cleared his throat a few times as to try and be louder than Indra's epiphany over the pot on the fire.  Though he had no control over anything that played out beyond this campfire he encroched upon much earlier, he did not care to hear Atreus be referred to as such.  His old friend was the best at the worst of elixirs and potions - Turhan liked to think that Atreus only ever used them when absolutely needed but as such he would never judge the medicine man for his choices.  An ear flicked with just as much nonchalance as his opinions of Atreus and his poison making.


Something else was nattering at him, he couldn't help but feel more than distracted in his mind, heart, and even soul.  He couldn't hide the discomfort that was starting to build inside of him and the Elder grumbled discontentedly for the first time that night.


The thunder in his ears could not be ignored, his heart was racing before he realized it and the old shaman changed elbows to lean on once again.  His sore hips couldn't find a soft spot on the ground, and finally -- he resorted to pulling himself to his feet.  By now the coals were at their hottest and his bones had encased enough eat to recharge him.  Sore and soured the Elder made sure to reach out to Indra, his curiosity invested in her however muted it seemed to be.  A surprisingly soft nose touched her shoulder.  


"I must go.  Something is happening."  He said strangely, first and foremost.  




"You, Returner, we will speak of Nahane again soon."  Her name was Indra, ut she was so mystical and so new he couldn't think to call her anything but what she was.  A tail flicked the hot ash off of his back before he nodded towards Atreus (he nodded towards a nearby tree, Atreus was farthest out of his reach when his blind eyes tried to address him.  "Atreus, stay wise."  What did that even mean?  Did it mean anything at all?  Turhan was already nodding off to them, turning, and then going.  


For such a slow, tired old thing, he disappeared quickly and quietly into the darkness.

T U R H A N  ~  
skull to dust

@Atreus  @Indra  Five years later, I'm sorry for dragging you guys through a muse slump!  Thanks for hanging in there!